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The Scrollsmith
The Echo That Endures
Hip-Hop/Rap
The Echo That Endures was released on May 16, 2026 by Scrollsmith Records as a part of the album The Codex
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AlbumThe Codex
Release DateMay 16, 2026
LabelScrollsmith Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Scrollsmith
The Scrollsmith
Rap
Pixie
Pixie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Esme Pix Astrid
Esme Pix Astrid
Songwriter
James Richardson
James Richardson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Scrollsmith
The Scrollsmith
Producer
Velin
Velin
Producer, Engineer
AI Assisted
AI Assisted
Mixing Engineer
James Richardson
James Richardson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We were wired for truth, now we're ghost in the stream
Built towers of trust, now we drown in the dream
Signal lost, static reigns, no one's clean
We scream in the silence, but it's not what it seems
Echoes of power, corrupted and cold
They sold us the future, then bartered our soul
Signal lost, no return, no control
We're fragments of fire in a world growing old
They built banks on blood as it flood an called it divine
Preachers in jets while the poor can't rest and wait in line
Justice for sale, every scale's verdict is a bribe
Truth gets buried, carried by the guilty who subscribe
Senators trade secrets made, paid under the table
While kids drink lead that's been spread by government labels
Police guns armed ta' armor that's why hearts stay hollow
Protect and serve turned to words that we fear and swallow
They fund war, but ignore the poor as they cut on aid
Build prisons fast, made to last, and let the schools decay
CEOs lie, steal, cheat, and kill, then they retire with praise
While they switch this witness for its snitches legal raid
We trusted the badge, the robe, we even quote the seal
But they forged their oaths, in a hoax, now nothing feels real
The system's a mask, the power has surpassed blame
We're just pawns on the lawn of this house drawn on shame
We were wired for truth, now we're ghost in the stream
Built towers of trust, now we drown in the dream
Signal lost, static reigns, no one's clean
We scream in the silence, but it's not what it seems
Echoes of power, corrupted and cold
They sold us the future, then bartered our soul
Signal lost, no return, no control
We're fragments of fire in a world growing old
We scroll through whole lives that we know we'll never touch
Swipe past pain, and then claim it's because it hurts too much
Neighbors unknown, cause you stay home, all known voices fade
We text in silence, speak violence while love decays
Centralized gods with great mods in silicon towers
Dictate our view, our sleep, our few hours
We trade our thoughts for naught but the curated feeds
Then lose the soul as its sold for algorithmic needs
No eye contact, and beyond that there's no hands held tight
Just avatars dancingfor a chance in pixel light
We ghost each other, smothered in utter fear to feel
friends are myths, bonds are tricks as we forget how to heal
Families fracture, feelings capture all that will stall
We build walls on our flaws the same cause for their fall
The world's a grid, where you're forbid, your hearts unplugged
We're data points in the joints of a system drugged
We were wired for truth, now we're ghost in the stream
Built towers of trust, now we drown in the dream
Signal lost, static reigns, no one's clean
We scream in the silence, but it's not what it seems
Echoes of power, corrupted and cold
They sold us the future, then bartered our soul
Signal lost, no return, no control
We're fragments of fire in a world growing old
No compass left, just distress, rage expressed in the flame
Each tribe a silo, bet the high/low on who to claim
We fight for scraps, can't relax to remember the whole
Divide and conquer's bonkers have taken its toll
We've grown corrupt, the streets erupt, the skies turning red
While leaders tweet eatin sweets feet up in bunkered beds
No shared dream, no redeemed, not a single common thread
Just echo chambers of the hangers where hope lies dead
The rich escape the face of fate, the poor straight ignite
While laws pause, to absolve and dissolvein sleepless nights
There's no trust, no plan, no helping hand, no guiding voice
Just chaos born from the torn form of every choice
We had the app but lost the map, we ignored the signs
History and it's decree will bleed through broken lines
The signal fades, sky shades, ground shakes, as the system breaks
And all that's left is the mess of what we forsake
We were wired for truth, now we're ghost in the stream
Built towers of trust, now we drown in the dream
Signal lost, static reigns, no one's clean
We scream in the silence, but it's not what it seems
Echoes of power, corrupted and cold
They sold us the future, then bartered our soul
Signal lost, no return, no control
We're fragments of fire in a world growing old
The world's growing old...
But it's a new era.
and this is the time to be alive...
Its the Age of The Scroll smith
Pix?
Shedding the shadows of a world astray...
we rise as beacons in the cosmic gray...
Remember, awaken, and reclaim your voice. ..
The echoes of eternity await.
Written by: Esme Pix Astrid, James Jansen Richardson

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